Thirty years ago...
A middle-aged man - later known as the Shadow Master - ran through the shattered battlefield, holding a small baby in his arms. The baby... was Zero.
He ran with everything he had, escaping from the powerful hunters who wanted the child at all costs. Their footsteps were not far behind him, their aura sharp enough to cut through the air.
After a long escape, he finally reached a shelter hidden deep in the mountains. There, two more middle age warriors were waiting - there were best friends. But instead of relief, anger erupted.
"Why did you bring the child here!?" one of them snapped.
"They'll chase all of us now!" the other shouted.
The Shadow Master tightened his hold on Zero, refusing to back down.
"He's the key… I can't let them take him!"
The three argued fiercely, their voices clashing for several times — until suddenly…
A chilling silence fell.
Followed by footsteps.
The powerful hunters had discovered their hiding place.
There was no more time.
With no choice left, the three warriors united, standing back-to-back as the enemy forces surrounded them. A violent battle erupted — shadows clashing against elemental fury. Both sides suffered heavy losses, their clashes shaking the land itself.
The fight lasted not hours… but days.
Exhausted, bloodied, and pushed to the edge, the three warriors finally managed to break through the enemy lines. With the last of their strength, they escaped into the wilderness, carrying the infant Zero toward an uncertain future.
Thirty years later...
In a world where elemental powers define strength, a boy names Zero possesses all six elements.
The world had never seen someone like him.
He is someone who now stands at the very peak — unmatched, unrivaled, and feared by all
Zero stood in the shattered courtyard, chest rising and falling, elemental energy drifting around him like pieces of a broken storm. Fire flickered along his arms, threads of water coiled around his fingers, and sparks of lightning snapped across his shoulders. Six elements. Six forces no human should wield.
Around him, each element awakened its own presence:
Fire, roaring like a living beast, heat distorting the air with every breath he took.
Water, flowing with serene precision, swirling in elegant ribbons that obeyed his will.
Wind, circling him in invisible currents, sharp enough to slice stone with a whisper.
Lightning, restless and volatile, crackling in frantic arcs across his skin.
Darkness, heavy and cold, forming a shadowed mantle that swallowed light wherever it touched.
Light, radiant and pure, shining through the chaos like a celestial flame that refused to be extinguished.
Together, they converged around him — six primordial forces bending in submission to a single existence.
Across from him, the Shadow Master stepped out of the darkness - calm, his aura so powerful, so authoritative.
"You've grown too strong," the Master said, voice deep as thunder rolling beneath the earth.
Zero didn't answer. His instincts moved first. Power surged from his body, the ground cracking beneath his feet as he charged forward. Their clash exploded into a storm — shadow swallowing light, fire devouring wind, lightning ripping through the ground.
Every strike pushed Zero beyond his limits. Every counter from the Shadow Master was heavier, faster, impossibly precise.
Then… more footsteps.
The senior disciples appeared from the edges of the battlefield, slipping in like ghosts. Their attacks came fast, sharp, coordinated — but wrong. The angles were off. The timing too soft. They weren't trying to kill him.
Zero's eyes widened.
They're helping him…? No… they're pretending. Why?
The Shadow Master parried Zero's final strike, sending him skidding backwards. Dust settled. Silence took over.
For a long moment, the Master stared at Zero — not with anger, not with regret… but with a burden he carried alone.
Then, under his breath… softly… almost swallowed by the wind:
"Because of this power… I have no choice.
I must hide it… before they come searching."
It wasn't spoken to Zero.
It wasn't meant to be heard.
A private thought — heavy, haunted, secret.
But Zero caught only fragments, not enough to understand.
The Master straightened, his expression back to cold.
"If you want what was taken from you… if you want the strength that truly belongs to you… come prepared," he said, voice returning to its usual. "Come to me at the Tower."
Zero clenched his fists, unsure, confused, but burning with determination.
The Tower stood in the distance — a colossal silhouette splitting the sky. Ten floors. Ten trials. Nine warriors waiting. And at the top… the man he had called Master.
His lost fragments.
His lost power.
And the truth behind everything.
This was only the beginning.